Modern Library Top 100 Novels of the 20th Century (95)

All the time when I speak to you, even now, I'm saying
not precisely what I think, but what I think
will impress you and make you respond. That's so
even between us --- and how much more it's so
when there are stronger motives for deception. In
fact, one's so used to this one hardly sees it. The
whole language is a machine for making falsehoods.
-Hugo Belfounder,
Under
the Net

In this uncomfortable blend of existentialism and the picaresque novel,
James "Jake" Donaghue is an aspiring, though incorrigibly lazy, writer.
He makes a living, barely, by translating French works into English and
he stays in the flats of friends. As the novel opens Jake is informed
that he, and his man Friday, Peter "Finn" O'Finney, must move out of their
current address, because Madge, who has been letting them stay there, has
found herself a fiancé. Over the course of the rest of the
book, the flat-broke Jake desperately seeks for ways to avoid having to
do any work and for places to stay courtesy of his friends. Much
of the story is taken up with his broken friendship with Hugo Belfounder,
a philosopher turned moviemaker (apparently based on Ludwig Wittgenstein),
whose theories Jake presented in somewhat bastardized form in one of the
few books he actually wrote himself. Another subplot involves a dognapping
of an animal which is an unlikely film-star. The book ends, as it
began, with Jake broke, not writing, and looking for a place to stay.

I suppose some of the scenarios in the book are amusing if you are British
and are immersed in the works of philosophers like Wittgenstein.
For the rest of us, it's all rather tedious. A picaresque where neither
the central character nor any of the people he comes in contact with show
any signs of personal growth and development seems an exercise in futility.
Personally, I agree with the friend of Jake's who suggests :

Society should take you by the neck and shake you
and make you do a sensible job. Then in your
evenings you would have the possibility to write
a great book.

To the extent that Jake in this sense embodies all of England between
the Wars and the rise of Margaret Thatcher, I suppose you could interpret
the book as depicting the adverse effects of the dole mentality on British
culture.

But Iris Murdoch apparently intends the book to convey a somewhat more
existentialist message. As she says :

All work and all love, the search for wealth and
fame, the search for truth, like itself, are made up
of moments which pass and become nothing.
Yet through this shaft of nothings we drive onward
with that miraculous vitality that creates our precarious
habitations in the past and future. So we
live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual
death of time, the lost meaning, the
unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until
the final chop that ends all our moments and
plunges that spirit back into the void from which
it came.

Here I come back to my eternal quarrel with existentialism : if it's
all pointless anyway, then why in the name of God do you spend your time
writing about it, and for what earthly reason should I waste my time reading
what you write ?

I must admit myself to be at a complete loss to explain the presence
of this novel on the Modern Library Top 100 list. Luckily, we'll
all be disappearing into the void soon, so we need not trouble ourselves
over the matter.